285: TRON fic
Title: Unsaid
Fandom: Tron
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Alan Bradley
Warnings: None because this be ANGST
Disclaimer: I own and regret nothing. ^^
Note: This is all Yana's fault again. She's turning me into a hardcore Alan/Jr. shipper. XD
It had been a rougher session than usual. Obviously Alan was working out his frustrations from Encom in the bedroom again. Dillinger Jr. never minded; that night hadn’t been an exception. Afterward, however, found an awkward silence lingering between the two programmers. Silence wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. They were generations apart; bad blood existed between Edward’s father and Bradley, from a business stand point at least. Aside from their respective careers they didn’t, honestly, have much in common, so what was there to talk about outside work?
Edward Jr. has spent the last several minutes looking over at Alan’s back as the man went about his business. He had ridiculous amounts of energy for a man his age. The younger programmer opened his mouth several times in an effort to speak, failing to get any words out each time. He wasn’t sure how to phrase what he wanted to say… No, that was a lie. He was afraid to say it. To have it confirmed or have it denied.
So instead the man had stared at his superior and tried to will him to say it. Alan seemed to have a sixth sense. He knew and he pointedly refused to address the elephant in the room. He wasn’t afraid of it, Dillinger knew. And while they had disagreements… Many disagreements, Alan never did anything purely out of cruelty. He was sure the man wanted Edward to own up to his own issues, which again, he couldn’t.
With a heavy sigh Dillinger grabbed the nearest pillow to him, pressing it to his chest before rolling onto his stomach, pressing his face against the plush cushion, an annoyed glare on his face. The darker haired man didn’t turn when he felt the bed dip at his right as Alan returned to the bed and sat. Bradley said nothing to him, merely reached back and set his hand on the back of Dillinger’s head and ran his fingers through the soft strands of hair.
Edward pinched his eyes closed, fighting to keep his emotions in check. He was in his thirties, a grown man, successful by all standards, stubborn, willful, and a touch egotistical. And it never mattered as he was reduced to a child in Bradley’s presence, needing his experience, his guidance, his approval, and ultimately, his comfort. But he still wouldn’t say it for Edward and so for one more night, it went unsaid.
Fandom: Tron
Pairing: Edward Dillinger Jr./Alan Bradley
Warnings: None because this be ANGST
Disclaimer: I own and regret nothing. ^^
Note: This is all Yana's fault again. She's turning me into a hardcore Alan/Jr. shipper. XD
It had been a rougher session than usual. Obviously Alan was working out his frustrations from Encom in the bedroom again. Dillinger Jr. never minded; that night hadn’t been an exception. Afterward, however, found an awkward silence lingering between the two programmers. Silence wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. They were generations apart; bad blood existed between Edward’s father and Bradley, from a business stand point at least. Aside from their respective careers they didn’t, honestly, have much in common, so what was there to talk about outside work?
Edward Jr. has spent the last several minutes looking over at Alan’s back as the man went about his business. He had ridiculous amounts of energy for a man his age. The younger programmer opened his mouth several times in an effort to speak, failing to get any words out each time. He wasn’t sure how to phrase what he wanted to say… No, that was a lie. He was afraid to say it. To have it confirmed or have it denied.
So instead the man had stared at his superior and tried to will him to say it. Alan seemed to have a sixth sense. He knew and he pointedly refused to address the elephant in the room. He wasn’t afraid of it, Dillinger knew. And while they had disagreements… Many disagreements, Alan never did anything purely out of cruelty. He was sure the man wanted Edward to own up to his own issues, which again, he couldn’t.
With a heavy sigh Dillinger grabbed the nearest pillow to him, pressing it to his chest before rolling onto his stomach, pressing his face against the plush cushion, an annoyed glare on his face. The darker haired man didn’t turn when he felt the bed dip at his right as Alan returned to the bed and sat. Bradley said nothing to him, merely reached back and set his hand on the back of Dillinger’s head and ran his fingers through the soft strands of hair.
Edward pinched his eyes closed, fighting to keep his emotions in check. He was in his thirties, a grown man, successful by all standards, stubborn, willful, and a touch egotistical. And it never mattered as he was reduced to a child in Bradley’s presence, needing his experience, his guidance, his approval, and ultimately, his comfort. But he still wouldn’t say it for Edward and so for one more night, it went unsaid.